Chapter 271: The Return

Chapter 271: The Return

Freya stared at the unfamiliar red sigils floating in a dome of light all around them. She swallowed, Um, Stryg? Whats going on?

Hes a chromatic red, Sylvie muttered.

I knew it, Callum smiled weakly.

Stryg glanced back at his friends, You knew?

Callum tried to stand, but he winced from the stinging pain in his back. He settled with a nod instead, ...The way you spoke when you used to help me with my ward spell studies, it sounded so natural, as if you had cast them yourself.

And you didnt say anything? Stryg asked.

I know a thing or two about hiding magic, Callum grinned.

Stryg smiled, Thanks for keeping my secret.

Meh, what are friends for? Callum chuckled softly.

Anything else you want to share with us? Freya glanced at the two pillars between them, You know, before the Frost Rimmers and Undergrowthers try to kill us again?

Actually, yes, Stryg crouched and stretched one leg at a time.

Are you seriously stretching at a time like this? Freya furrowed her brow.

Were not surrendering, not today, Stryg said. But youre right, the enemy will try to attack again. So, when I drop the ward shield, I want you all to run to the finish line.

Its too far, well never make it, Freya said. Callum cant even stand, let alone run and jump across the pillars.

He wont have to, Stryg turned to the dire hybrid. Sylvie will carry him. Shes more than strong enough, even with an injured shoulder. Sylvie glanced at her limp right arm and chuckled to herself, Ive always liked a challenge.

Sylvie, are you sure? You were hit by a lightning bolt, I dont know how youre even standing, Freya said skeptically.

I hate losing, Sylvie grinned. Were getting to the finish line, even if I have to drag all of you with me.

Good, Ill cover your backs, Stryg nodded.

Wait, youre not coming with us? Freya frowned.

Someone has to deal with the enemy, Stryg said.

...Youre staying behind? Freyas eyes widened in horror. No No! Were not leaving you to protect us, not again. We abandoned you once, Im not making that same mistake again.

This isnt Widows Crag, Callum agreed. We stay and fight.

Not today, Stryg smiled half-heartedly. This time I am the Shield.

Stryg Callums face paled.

Theres no time, Stryg said. Our enemies are already recovering from their last bout of spells. You need to run now.

You heard him, Sylvie grabbed Callum by the scruff of his neck and tossed him over her good shoulder. Lets go.

Ow ow ow ow, Callum grimaced in pain.

This is gonna hurt for you, but just bear with it until we cross the finish line. Should be easy for you, Sylvie smirked. Youre so good at keeping quiet about things after all.

Gods help me, Callum sighed.

Im sorry, Stryg, Freya bit her trembling lip. For everything.

Im not, Stryg stood up. If I had another chance, I would have fought by Clypeus on that cliffside all over again.

Freya hid her tears behind her golden hair and bowed, ...Thank you.

Stryg looked up, That drow is still flying above us. She may still have more explosive potions left, Ill deal with her first On my signal, get ready to run.

Freya and Sylvie nodded, Callum simply clenched his eyes shut.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Stryg took a deep breath and channeled orange mana into his muscles and bones, but instead of enhancing his speed, he focused the agility spell on reducing his weight.

Stryg raised his head to the sky, 3, 2, 1 Now!

He released the ward spell and the red dome faded away. Freya and Sylvie dashed away, Callum on the latters back.

Stryg quickly called forth yellow mana and casted a wind spell beneath his feet. He jumped up with all the force he could muster, the air wrapped around him in a whirling gale and hurled him into the sky like an arrow in flight towards Heather.

Heathers calm composure broke at the sight. Her eyes widened in shock, No fucking way!?

She hastily changed the current of the swirling winds around her and shoved herself away from the goblins trajectory.

Stryg shot high above the stadium, but Heather had already flown two dozen paces away.

Stryg didnt hesitate. He released his spells and channeled black and brown. Shadow tendrils whipped out from his silhouette and latched onto Heather. She screamed in shock as he yanked her towards him. Stryg pulled his arm back, a bronze sheen of vigor magic over his muscles.

Wait, stop! Heather yelled. She panicked and threw her arms in front of her face, yellow scales flaring to life around her skin.

Stryg stared down at her, his pupils were as sharp as blades. Not anymore.

His fist slammed down on her arms and shattered the yellow scales. The powerful strike blasted her away and sent her careening straight down into the arenas artificial lake in a giant splash.

Stryg released the spells as his body began to fall. He turned his gaze towards the pillar where the other two Undergrowth mages stood. Damian was casting another fireball, his arms aimed towards the sky.

Yellow mana rushed into Strygs veins, scales of durability wrapped around his body. He channeled orange mana into his palm and summoned a fireball of his own. He flung the fireball down at Damian as he crashed down into their pillar. The two flame spells burst in an explosion of smoke and fire.

There are white eels in those waters! Youd just let them all die!? Your own team!? Kalliste yelled.

I cant fight these Murktonians by myself. If you leave now, we'll both lose, Calex warned. Well go help our teams after we deal with Murkton, it's the only way to win.

Kalliste glared at him, Fuck you. She turned around and ran back towards the fallen pillar.

It seems your little alliance wasnt as strong as you thought, Gilgard taunted.

Calex sighed, Unfortunately so. A faint blur caught the corner of his eye. Calex looked up in surprise. Freya and Sylvie were running across the pillars and they were already almost at the finish line.

Theres no time to deal with these orcs, Calex thought. He channeled agility magic into his body and dashed away.

Hes trying to run! Stop him! Gilgard shouted.

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The crowds stared at the freezing waters of the arena. Chunks of rock were toppling over into the artificial lake from the remnants of the shattered pillar. Dozens of white eels swam towards the area, eager from the scent of blood wafting from the wreckage.

A funnel of water abruptly whirled out from the lake, carrying Stryg at its peak. He channeled the torrential blue magic upwards and sent the funnel spiraling towards a nearby pillar.

He landed on the pillar with a crash of water and quickly rolled to his feet, but he stumbled and fell to his knees. He was soaked to the bone, but his body burned from within from the overheating of his excessive spell-casting. His breath came out in cold wisps. His vision was beginning to blur and his fingers trembled incessantly.

He wiped his wet hair back and glanced around the arena. Freya and Sylvie were close to the finish line at the other end of the coliseum, but so was Calex, with the Murkton team chasing a few pillars behind.

A shiver of panic ran down Strygs spine.

Calex wasnt going straight to the finish line. He was heading to Freya and Sylvie.

Hes not going to let them cross!

Stryg lifted his right hand, his open palm pointing far out into the distance. His left hand gripped his right forearm and tried to steady his trembling.

Its a long shot theyre too far Its getting harder to breathe If I miss, then

Stryg swallowed hard.

He remembered Mina the fairy and her tribe He remembered that feeling The feeling of desperation at the odds of death, at the odds of loss

Who are you? Clypeus voice echoed in his ears, Because the person will have to do what no one else thinks they can. Win.

He took a deep breath, steadied his hand, and focused his gaze, I am Stryg!

White mana surged into his palm and exploded in a flash of light. A white beam soared through the arena and struck Calex in the back as he jumped across a pillar. He yelled in pain and surprise, and fell down into the waters below.

The crowds went wild and screamed hysterically.

Stryg smiled to himself and fell over. He closed his eyes and let exhaustion take him.

~~~

Stryg felt movement. He was moving.

How?

Stryg slowly opened his eyes with a groan.

Youre awake? Good, just hold on a little longer, a familiar voice said.

Strygs eyes opened wide, Sylvie?

She looked back at him and grinned, Who else could carry you? You know youre super heavy, right?

Stryg looked down at himself in confusion. Sylvie was carrying him on her back?

Why?

W-whats going on? he mumbled.

Im carrying you to victory, thats what! The Challenge isnt over yet!

But what about Freya and Callum?

I dropped Callum right at the finish line, but I didnt cross it myself. Both of them finished the race first, thanks to you. The Murktonians and Calex finished right after. The others have just gotten out of the water, which is why we gotta hurry so we dont come in last!

...You came back for me? Stryg whispered.

Obviously, Sylvie said matter-of-factly. Isnt that what friends do?

Stryg closed his eyes and sighed, his lips curled in a small smile, ...Yeah, I guess they do.

~~~

Ophelia Thorn stood at the finish line. She stared numbly at Stryg and Sylvie as they crossed the finish line Thousands of cheers echoed across the coliseum Calex said something to her But she heard none of it.

All Ophelia could see was the blue drow hybrid that Sylvie carried on her back.

It didnt make sense None of it made sense

Yet there the boy was, sitting next to his friends, smiling as if he hadnt just changed everything.

Ophelia couldnt help but stand listlessly at the absurdity, the improbability of it all. She stared at Stryg, baffled. What boundless implications did the boys existence entail for the future?

The ebon lords have returned.